Braveheart Woman: Rising Above: The Incredible Faith in Perseverance and Forgiveness.
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It is amazing how faith in God and understanding the power of the subconscious can change any circumstance. Everyone has the power inside of them and through the Lord, they need only discover Him.
In Braveheart Woman: Rising Above: The Incredible Faith in Perseverance and Forgiveness, Jocelyn (Joy) Hughes tells her story of det
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Braveheart Woman - Jocelyn Carator Hughes
Dedication
This book is dedicated to my family and to my grandparents, Mr. and Mrs. Escolastico Cueva Sr., and to my mom, Onofra Cueva Carator.
I especially dedicate this book to my sons. My four boys, James, Joel, Abraham and Joshua gave me the courage to keep going on my journey. They inspired me and are loving kids. I’m so proud of all of them, my jewels of sons.
I would also like to dedicate this book to all my teachers in elementary and high school.
To children, battered women, single parents, rape victims, the elderly, and anyone who has experienced neglect, abuse, malnourishment, or suffered from a lack of love from their family - have faith, believe in yourself, and never give up.
Escastico Cueva Sr.
My grandfather, 105
My 4 sons Joel, Abraham, James Joshua
Introduction
My story is one of deprivation as a child, perseverance as a young person, and becoming a successful mother and businesswoman. I share some of my narratives in this book to help others overcome negative situations, give hope, and be motivated to never give up, no matter life’s circumstances. In Braveheart Woman, only those happenings that I felt strong enough to share are included, as I am still healing from many of the offenses I have experienced in my life. As you read, you will understand what I experienced and how I survived.
I was neglected, nearly abused to death many times, and the victim of malnutrition. I was rejected by my family, lacking their love. With great dedication, care, and intent to make sure I would achieve my dreams, I pursued my education. I encountered many noes and turned them into yeses.
I turned my life experiences into a business, and they are shared in the book. My sense of curiosity led me to research healthy foods, and because I was concerned for others’ health, Angelcare Miracle Mix products were the result of my studies. These healthcare food supplements have multiple benefits to help the body function optimally.
The presence of God in my life since childhood is the one single factor that has sustained me. To this end, my life has been an incredible journey. Now, I want to share my journey with you in Braveheart Woman: A Journey of Perseverance, Faith, and Forgiveness.
My life story illustrates the strength of my mind and the genuine presence of the Lord Jesus Christ in my life. From a childhood of neglect, abuse, and hunger, I have emerged as a successful inventor, businesswoman, and proud mother of four sons.
This book intends to share my journey with you, the reader. We can learn from each other's experiences to be strong, and I hope you will learn from my past and know that you, too, can persevere and be resilient.
Chapter 1
God Cares for a Five-Year-Old Girl
My name is Jocelyn Joy
C. Hughes. I was born on June 20, 1968, on one of the most beautiful paradise islands in the Philippines: Bantayan Island, Cebu. Cebu is one of three central provinces in the Philippines, a country that is comprised of 7,641000 islands.
My mom and dad weren’t married, so when she became pregnant with me, she didn’t want me. When I was only a few months old, my mom gave me to my father, who raised me in my early years. I was abandoned as I never lived with my mother or siblings. In 1972, when I was four years old, my dad passed away, so my maternal grandparents took good care of me at that point. I was the only grandchild who lived in their house, along with my aunt (my mom’s sister). My grandparents loved me, and I loved them like my mother and father.
When I arrived at my grandparents’ house, my grandma would read the Bible to me. Every morning at 3:00 a.m., she would wake me up and read the stories in the Bible for three hours. I would listen to her read, and she would explain the stories to me. It was the first book I learned to read at the age of 4 ½ years old. The Bible taught me how to be positive in life even though I was without parents who could have guided me at a young age.
I was five years old when my aunt began assigning me heavy tasks and chores to do in the house, such as cleaning the whole house, including my grandparents’ and aunt’s bedrooms, the kitchen, and the dining area. I was also tasked with filling jars with water from the well every day; it was our only source of water. I was allowed to eat my lunch or dinner once I finished my job. My aunt would always hit my leg with a stick or belt or whatever she could hold in her hands. At the time, I didn’t totally understand why she hit me, but as I got older, I realized that she didn’t like my dad or the fact that my skin color was darker than the rest of the family.
One day, I was handed all the containers and clay jars for water and went to the well. I needed to fill them up, including the bucket for the bathroom. Imagine a very tiny and skinny five-year-old little girl having to do all the chores in the house because she was forced by her aunt. My stomach was always empty because I could not eat until I finished all the household assignments. I felt so lonely and was constantly crying. I tried to please her, but I was rejected. I felt like I was not part of the family, but I always reminded myself that my grandparents loved me.
When I was six years old, I asked my grandpa, Take me to school.
I wanted to study, I wanted to learn how to write and read, and I wanted to wear a school uniform like other pupils. He agreed to take me to school.
On my first day in school as a grade-one pupil, I had nothing to bring; no bag, no school supplies, not even a pair of shoes because no one could buy them for me. My grandpa didn’t have money to do so. It was not uncommon for me to go to school or church without slippers and wearing the clothes that my grandma made for me. The only clothes I owned were three dresses made from flour sacks and three pairs of underwear. I was careful to wash the clothes by hand, as I didn’t want anything to happen to what little I owned.
When the class started, my teacher asked me, "Where is your bag? Do you have a pencil? Paper?
I said, Teacher, I don’t have those. I’m sorry.
My teacher told me, Tomorrow, bring your pencil, notebook, and paper.
Yes, ma’am,
I replied.
After school, I walked back to my house. I went to my room and changed my clothes, then went to the kitchen to see if there was any food to eat. Luckily, I found pieces of banana cooked in boiling water. I ate it and drank a glass of water; then, I went to the well with the empty containers and jars to fill them with water.
I was so sad because I didn’t have anything to bring to school the next day like the teacher requested. But I went back on the second day of school anyway. My teacher asked me, You did not bring your pencil and paper again? I told you to bring it.
I cried and said, Teacher, I don’t have any of those things, but I want to learn. Can you teach me, please? I promise I will be a good student. I just want to learn how to write and how to read. Please! Don’t make me go home.
I didn’t want to go home. I wanted to stay and learn. Determined to get an education, I wasn’t leaving the school, so my teacher told me to sit down; she didn’t have a choice! She didn’t like that I came to school without any supplies. Suddenly, the girl beside me, my seatmate, gave me one sheet of paper, and she went outside and cut her pencil in half. She gave me half, and I thought, Oh! How lucky I am!
She smiled at me. She was so lovely to me when she said, It’s okay.
Then my teacher yelled at me, I will give you another chance tomorrow to bring your own school supplies!
And I replied, Yes, ma’am.
When I went home, I prayed to God, asking for His help. I didn’t have any school supplies. I tried to ask my schoolmate, who also happened to be my second cousin, and other family members for the items, but no one bought any supplies for me. With the exception of my grandparents, all my relatives told me that I should not go to school. Later in the afternoon, I walked to my neighbors’ house, which was some distance from my grandpa’s house, to help them harvest the vegetables in their garden. They gave me some of the food after working so I could take them home. My neighbors were pleased! They said I made their job so easy because I helped them.
I brought the vegetables home, and I told my grandmother not to cook them so I could take them to school the next day and give them to my teacher and the other teachers. There were six teachers in the school, including the principal. I wanted to provide them with the vegetables in exchange for a sheet of paper and a pencil and so they would let me stay in school to study and learn.
I didn’t have any plastic bags to put the vegetables in; however, I was thinking of something I could create. I saw some banana trees in our backyard, just a few meters walk from our house. I grabbed the dried banana leaves from their branches, and I created some string by pulling the leaves into strips. With the banana leaf strings, I made six bags. Yeeey!
I shouted because I was so happy. Then, I divided the vegetables between the bags and put them inside a giant empty sack of rice.
On the third day, I went to the school early, and I brought the six bags of vegetables.
When all the teachers and the principal arrived, they noticed that I had come so early, and they saw me having a hard time carrying the sack of rice, which had six bags of vegetables inside it. The teachers started laughing! They asked me why I was bringing the sack with vegetables to school.
Sir, please don’t make me go home! I want to study!
I begged and cried in front of them. I have vegetables; I can give all of you one bag each. I want to study, please!
They were all silent. Can you exchange my vegetables for a pencil and paper?
I asked. I will bring vegetables every day. Please, help me, sir.
As the principal looked at me, I couldn’t help the tears from falling down my face. I cried until he said, Okay!
Suddenly, my tears were gone, and they were replaced with a smile. I was so happy to stay in school. The next day, the principal asked me to come to his office. He offered me a job cleaning the classroom’s toilets and helping the teachers with various tasks. Sometimes I was assigned to work in the canteen as a sales lady, selling snacks and food during lunchtime or break time.
I started working in the school when I was six years old, and then I would go home and do all the chores in the house, like cleaning and filling all the containers with water. Even though I was now going to school, if I didn’t finish all my household chores, I couldn’t eat.
My aunt hated me for some reason. All I knew was that she always hurt and punished me. She even gave me food that was spoiled or had mold on it, so sometimes I would skip eating. My cousins and other relatives lived on the other side of my grandpa’s house, which was really about a city block in the distance from his. They didn’t like me and called me a monkey because of my dark skin and curly hair.
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C:\Users\90233\Downloads\received_6551094988260609 (1).jpegMy Elementary teacher Mrs Villaceran
Chapter 2
Tied to a Coconut Tree
When I was seven-and-a-half years old, I almost died because of a beating I received from my aunt. She lost a large amount of money that was in her wallet. She didn’t lose it; it was stolen, and I knew who had done it. It was my cousin next door, but I never told my aunt about it because I knew she wouldn’t believe me. She loved all my cousins. They were her favorite, and she gave them food and bought shoes for them. So, my aunt accused me!
She believed I stole her money because she saw me with money in my hands, even though she didn’t know where the money came from. It came from my job at the school, where I sold snacks. The money I earned, I saved. My aunt dragged me to the coconut tree in the backyard, and she tied my hands behind the tree. I was kneeling down, and the ants were biting me. My aunt began spanking me with a stick from a guava tree. A guava tree is made of hardwood, so every time I was struck, it cut the skin on my body. I didn’t know how hard I was being hit until I saw blood from the wounds on my legs. It flowed so fast; I didn’t know what to do.
All I could do was cry because my hands were tied up. After being beaten for a long time, I couldn’t feel the physical pain anymore; my body was numb. I was tied up from 8:00 a.m. until 4:30 p.m. the day, and for most of the day, my aunt abused me. I was accused of stealing her money. After hours of repeated strikes, I didn’t have any more tears. It progressed to the